Hu Tiehua is happy to have someone to fight with him to vent his depression. What’s worse, he can see that Zanghua Kung Fu is not weak and he is a good opponent.

Li Zhichang said leisurely, "Tibetan flower girl, don’t you forget that our horses are leaving together?"
Speaking, he naturally took the soft and delicate hand of Tibetan flowers.
Tibetan flowers were held by Li Zhichang, and suddenly they felt dizzy and didn’t know how to speak, so Li Zhichang took her hand and went out.
Hu Tiehua looked at the back of the two people and couldn’t help but pantothenic acid. "What a pair of dog men and women."
After a long walk, Li Zhichang seems to have never recovered, and then he said with shame, "Why do you let go first when the girl hasn’t let go?"
Li Zhichang said, "Well, let’s do it again."
Tibetan Flower Road "Why don’t you die if you want to take advantage of the girl?"
Li Zhichang said, "If I die, who will help you steal that thing? You have to think about it."
Tibetan Flower Road "You are smart enough, but isn’t Hu Tiehua your friend? How did you leave after talking to him?"
Li Zhichang said, "Don’t you find that little face has written two words?"
Zanghua said, "Didn’t you just say that little face says abandoned?"
Li Zhichang said, "Did I forget?"
Zanghua said, "Is it possible to forget what you promised me?"
Li Zhichang said, "It is indeed possible."
The hidden flower finally couldn’t help but split it with a knife.
Chapter one hundred and four Eye sword
Tibetan flower knife is very thin and light, so this kind of knife must be quick and accurate.
But her knife was not only unpleasant but also inaccurate.
Li Zhichang did not move, but the Tibetan flower knife split very slowly and finally split into the air
She said angrily, "Why don’t you hide?"
Li Zhichang said, "If you won’t kill me, why should I hide?"
Tibetan Flower Road "You are such an asshole"
Li Zhichang said, "This nickname is very fresh."
Li Zhichang sighed again, "Although it seems that I may break my word again this time, I will try my best to help you first."
Hidden flowers haven’t come yet and ask’ what’ to see a man turn out in the lane ahead.
A simple white dress with a six-foot-long sword with a strange black sheath can’t tell how old you are, but those eyes will never be forgotten when you see them.
Tibetan flowers can guarantee that he has seen thousands of people, and his eyes are never more special than this one.
This man’s eyes are neither as vast as the sea nor as clear as Li Zhichang’s eyes, like a bamboo forest flowing spring, more like a stone.
Or his eyes are stronger than stones. You can’t see that he has feelings, but you can feel something beyond the world, an emotional thing, that is persistence.